Poppy woke up early the next morning, her back against his chest. She stretched before shifting out of his embrace to get up, but the long sleeves of the onesie got caught in the sheets, and she fell out of the bed with a slight yelp, landing on the wooden floor with a dull thud.
She groaned slightly, pushing herself up with a hand on her head to look over the side of the bed at him. "Owww.... What-" She paused when she saw him and her eyes widened. "What... are you wearing?"
She crawled back onto the bed, her eyes wide. She sat with her knees pulled to her chest, watching him carefully before the giggles began. At first, they were just slight, low chuckles, but she couldn't seemed to keep it together, and she covered her face with her hands, laughing so hard that her chest hurt.
He grinned, his head tilting slightly as he propped himself up on his arm. "Have you seen yourself? You're a dog."
She pulled her hands away from herself, the aftershocks of the laughter shaking her shoulders before looking down at her body. "Oh, God," she muttered, still chuckling weakly. "What the hell happened last night?"
